~alice~ Poem by E Nigma
~alice~
The girl had a golden street gun
Keen sight with a level mean streak
Rabbits be warned, she is a killer
The karrots she carries hold gleam
You could say that Alice was a wanderer
Almost lost within her wondering
Found out through her meandering
She said anything could have meaning
Profound in what you call absurd
Seemingly simple, her totality
Her looks a fatal actuality
Dug more graves then you've ever seen
Don't mistake her calm for some carelessness
Carefree but concise through her connection
She voiced love for her condition
All I have left is her memory
The girl had a golden street gun She sounds like she was your little slice of heroin, a girl who is more then a girl, but the untapped potential of the love within your heart. I think we all got our Alice somewhere, I've left mine in the closet.
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4/23/2024 1:17:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The name ALICE immediately brought Lewis Carroll's character to mind but she was an INNOCENT PLAYER and this one is definitely NOT. THIS Alice has accumulated a lot of bad karma. I like the last three stanzas which take us away from Alice as killer by emphasizing a three-fold role - WANDER/WONDER/MEANDER. It's too early to say an Alice doing these three things is saveable but at least as the last line has it - her being has acquired meaning whereas before her violence was the worst kind - unprovoked and unfocused.